At about 10 I finally decided to get ready and go out and do something constructive with my night other than watch British Next Top Model (which could very well be the wors
t show on tv besides Dancing With The Stars) and meet Bryan at Genre. I actually found parking after 2 minutes of not going down every street in Hollywood. But after 2 minutes of waiting in line with hipster assholes, I was over it because everyone in line was brutally beaten with the ugly stick. Call me shallow, I'm just realistic and at times, more honest than they want to hear. So we get to steppin down Hollywood Blvd, and mind you, my outfit looked like I was straight out of Peg Bundy's closet, a snazzy get up of leopard print leggings and what could have been a step up of an 80's aerobic top that I tried to pass off as a "dress." Fight me, I looked bangin. Decided Tiny's bar was a good place to start the night off right. The bar was rad, and thank god, not too packed with greasers. It had a "locals only" vibe though, and I felt like I was in Point Break fighting for a wave, just more like a seat at the bar. I was just super stoked on the punk juke box, enough to start singing along to FEAR to Bryan, obviously that was after my 3rd Jack and Coke, just enough to warm the body. In the spirit of drinking more, we got up and wondered around Hollywood, have those "awesome" drunk conversations that are "so good" but you can't remember the next day. Man, homeless people are amazing and for some reason we gave directions to some dude who I'm almost positive had blood all over his clothes. Eh, you live, you learn. Ended up at The Burgundy Room, 
which has now become my favorite bar based soley on atmosphere. Maybe it was the booze, but I felt like I was on the Haunted Manson ride at Disneyland. For no reason other than to get more drinks, we left to find another bar, but somehow made a huge circle and ended up in a booth back at The Burgundy Room. I thoroughly enjoy those who recently break edge because they are all about getting as shitty mcshitterface as possible, by all means. I'm just like that normally, so it was nice to have an accomplice that was on the same level, who maybe at times be above and beyond, which to me is almost unheard of. We had a great time, most of what that embodies, I'm not sure. At 2 the bar kicked us out and we pretty much thought to ourselves "fuck." because that meant it was late and no where else was open. The next few hours I'm not 100% crystal on, just that I left my mark on 2 different parking lots as I was being followed and sat in a vacant lot that was 
completely over lit while a guy with bunny ears tried to carry on some sort of conversation but I was too into his Power Puff Girls back pack. Somehow by god's divine power we found my car and I had to shit. Like, bad. So, I did. Right on the curb. Fuck yah, I did it, I fuckin did it. Bryan took his shirt off and handed it to me, and that was that. Just like last summer in Ventura, no shame in my game. I'm disguising, and girls poo, get over it. Next thing I know, I wake up and Bryan was asleep on the sidewalk, we're a bunch of real classy folk (see above).Took some time out today to view Mack Dawg's "Picture This," which i had mixed feelings on. MDP is known for their innovative ideas when it comes to snowboarding film production and somehow always capturing the "sickest angles bro." But with the industry exploding the way it is, the need for better faster stronger video parts is just as bad as the stripping industry with the biggest tits and friskier moves gets the most dollars at nights end, same for MDP. If you don't stand out, no ones going to notice you, obviously. The anticipation equaled the outcome, I just felt that it tried to get the most creative angle constantly, leaving a lot more of the film to the way things were shot, and not so much on the riders tricks. I love old skool movies, 16mm and fish eye (though digital is "it"), like Burton's "Chill!" from 1989, straight riding. I'm always into the stupid antics in between, just don't lose sight of the skills and focus so much on the shot. But I will say, the shots we're epic as fuck. Under all the "shit talking" I do about Shawn White, his half pipe night duo was intensely awesome. It was like watching the nutcracker on ice to sick beats. Darrell Mathes and Eero Ettala delivered as always with some good fucking footie, and JP Walker's 3 minute cameo to say he's back in the game even without Forum had a solid double wall ride that blew my mind, JP turned Street Fighter and was Jackie Chan on a board. The movie was tremendous and had a bangin soundtrack, def hard to follow "Follow Me Around", but "Picture This" was mos def a step up. Wonder how "We're People Too" will stand.
Oh, and lets all be stoked that the single most amazing holiday is coming up. Wait, Thanksgiving and Halloween are going to have to brawl for top spot. But yeah, Halloween. Party Bash at my casa. I'm Thinking Addams Family... hmm.
Now excuse me, my fake ribs are done on the bbq and Night of the Living Dead is about to start.
The new Craig Kelly movie drops in theaters this Fall. To snowboarding and snowboarders everywhere, Craig was many things to the sport and looked at as one of the best riders of all time that broke barriers and set new standards for young guns alike. After "retiring" from the huge spot light, he became a guide in Canada's bitchy, bitter back country, and 4 years ago BC news stated that Craig and 6 others died in an avalanche. It was some
